Peril, Bondage, David in Rome, Chest Feel, Hand Job, Nipple

DAVID 132

DAVID IN ROME — Chapter SEVEN

He was drunk again, but this time with pleasure and want.

Fahad was skilled. He took the young man to the brink of release, over and over again. Dispassionately, he would study the brilliant eyes of his love captive as the young man raised his hips off the sheets. The young man was almost in tears, sobbing and moaning, knowing that he was one stroke away from release, but trusting that his master of the night was not denying him pleasure so much as drowning him in it. He would stab the air, hold his breath, and then collapse back onto the bed, biting his own hand or holding his hands to his head as though to keep it from exploding.

Fahad knelt between the quivering thighs, lifted the balls, and gently pulled them down. He petted them and smiled in satisfaction at the throes of wonderful agony the simple action brought to the muscled giant before him. He bent down and showered kisses on the man’s heavy nuts, and felt them pull up, desperate to rise into the sack and pump their churning load through the rigid pole of meat. Fahad nuzzled them, licking their sides, and brushing them deliberately with his beard.

David screamed and sat up, grasping Fahad’s forearms.

Fahad froze, but did not move.

“NO!” screamed David. “OH! I can’t take it! Fahad, I have to cum! Now!”

“Soon, my love.”

“No! Now!” he screamed, angry but desperate. “Please?”

“Shhhhhh. Lie back,” cooed Fahad. “Lie back and rest.”

David sobbed and and fought to catch his breath. He began to lean back, but he would not let go of Fahad’s forearms.

“I will let you rest,” whispered Fahad. “I will let you catch your breath.”

David did not move.

“I know what you’re thinking. You want to do it yourself. Right now.”

David moaned. “I’ve…please!…I want to cum now. I need to cum now.”

“You will,” said Fahad. “I promise.” He kissed the boy’s hands and then pulled him forward to kiss his lips. Tears wet the young man’s long eyelashes…tears of desperation and lust and need. Fahad kissed these away too, and then he told David to kneel on the bed. He pushed his upper body down gently, until he was on all fours, and then he positioned himself behind the creamy buttocks and bent down, pushing his face deep inside the crevasse and clutching the sweaty, trembling glutes. He wiggled his face gently until his beard brushed the moist, quivering hole.

Instantly, the giant cried out, and collapsed onto his stomach, but Fahad followed, moving his face slowly and purposefully up and down, nuzzling the virgin hole with his chin. He bore down harder. He spread the ass cheeks, gaining further access, and only stopped the soft brushing of the hole when the boy’s screams were at their peak, and then he’d wait, and then he’d resume, so that the young man was always screaming or about to scream.

David kicked and pushed, as though he was trying to climb across the surface of the bed, and his fists beat the sheets beside his head and finally grabbed pillows and held them tight in white-knuckled, trembling hands. Tears were squeezed from his eyes, and he bit down hard on the edge of a pillow, moaning and crying through clenched teeth. He buried his face into the pile of pillows, moaning and sobbing, as though ashamed of the pleasure racking his huge body.

Fahad’s tongue reached out, and traced the outline of the sensitive hole. He was well prepared for the bucking of the boy’s hips and the clenching of the buttocks, and when the movement eased, he began to lap at the tender opening like a thirsty dog, reveling at the screams that went half buried into the pillows, the way the young man’s legs never stopped moving, and the constant swish of big feet sweeping back and forth across silken sheets. He held the tip of his tongue against the hole and flicked lightly, and then rested his tongue there again, poised to repeat the simple movement. He could taste the delicate flavor of the tingling oil. He pressed his tongue gently against the sensitive spot and swept his tongue up and down, tasting and savoring not only the fruity flavor of his favorite oil, but the moans and sobs and gasps it produced. He placed the tip of his tongue in postion again and waited to tickle the big man again.

And the anticipation drove the big man mad. It was agony, waiting for that tiny movement, while his massive arms and huge thighs were worthless, trembling things, unable to stop it. He finally took his head from the pillows and called out to Fahad, begging him to stop, to let him rest, but Fahad only slowed his pace. And just when David felt that he could not obey any longer, that he must defy his host and bring on his own rapture himself, Fahad moved his face an inch lower and made moist, tender love to the skin between the boy’s hole and balls.

David had never felt a beard, a mustache, or a tongue there, and he buried his face in a pillow, squeezed his eyes shut, and sobbed. His whole body was paralyzed now, except for a constant, all-encompassing clenching and trembling. He was aware of his thigh muscles cramping as they tried vainly to squeeze Fahad from between them, or to keep him there. He wasn’t sure which.

Fahad swirled his tongue, exploring every fold of skin, every crevasse, every nook and cranny. He sucked on the skin, scratched it gently with his teeth, and brushed it as slowly and softly as he could with his beard. He truly had a stallion, for the huge body bucked and kicked and clawed and fought above him, and yet he commanded it, he hurt it with pleasure, and he made it a plaything, commanding its mind and spirit and body, all of which had never been dominated without chains, and yet it made no effort to escape.

The night wore on, and the scent of frankincense mixed with the smell of a sweet, warm night and the pines of Rome. Fahad was on his back now, underneath David, who still was on all fours. He suckled the huge cock above his face, and lapped at the cock drool that dripped like sweet syrup from the swollen, purple head. His fingertips explored the space between the muscular buttocks, and he teased the hole by gently pressing on it. Finally, in a moment of momentary relaxation, when the boy eased his whole body to take a deep breath, Fahad pushed his middle finger inside the man’s ass.

Instantly, it was gripped by startled ass lips, and the big man knelt up and tried to turn. He clenched his buttocks and tried to pull his hips off the finger, but Fahad swiftly pulled the throbbing cock down with his other hand, and stuffed it deep into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it to wet it and warm it.

The young man’s whole body stiffened. He cried out, not knowing what to do. He went back down on all fours and tried to move his hips away, but Fahad pressed his finger in deeper, and sucked hard on the head of the cock. The muscular loins were trapped, impaled and impaling, and with every pull of his hips to escape the wet mouth that had him, he pushed the finger deeper and deeper within him. Fahad eased his finger slowly in, all the way, defying the squeezing buttocks, until his other fingers were splayed out across the ass cheeks. He pressed down with his finger, and stroked.

David screamed as though on fire, because he was on fire. His prostate burned and throbbed and pulsed and spasmed at Fahad’s touch. He knelt up again, and grasped Fahad’s head to pull himself free, but Fahad stroked the prostate, and rubbed his fingertip back and forth across it. The man above him lost all control, collapsing weakly onto all fours again, his hips high in the air, and Fahad pressed the hips lower, until the huge cockhead slid further into his mouth and touched the back of his throat. He pulled his head back slowly, wrapping his lips tightly around the vein-covered shaft, and easing it along his full lips. Just when the head was about to pop out of his mouth, he opened his own mouth and took a deep breath. A moment later, his lips were around the shaft again, sucking the warm meat deeper and deeper, until he had David in his mouth as much as possible. He relaxed his throat, and pushed down on the man’s prostate with his fingertip. In an effort to escape the tortuous, invading, point of pleasure, David rotated his hips, sliding his cock down Fahad’s hungry throat.

He had never been so deep in another man. No other man had ever been able to take so much as half his cock in his mouth, and he had dreamed of having his huge meat enveloped completely in wet, silky, hot, living ecstasy. He pulled back, and Fahad allowed the movement. The feeling of his entire cock, wet, under pressure, being pulled against a living tongue and gripping throat made his eyes roll back, his mouth open, and his entire body rock with pleasure. He stalled halfway out, and then Fahad pushed on his prostate again, forcing his hips forward.

Fire…his cock was on fire and ready to shoot. He felt his balls rear up and their liquid load boil. He felt his thighs clench. He felt his breath stopping.

“I…I’m going to…cum!” he gasped.

But Fahad relaxed his throat, until he felt the huge nuts relax and drop and the spasming loins slowly rest, and then he pulled the huge horsecock from his mouth and waited and watched. The huge man above him was in the throes of pre-orgasm, paralyzed, locked in a trembling whole body flex, eyes rolled back, mouth open, nipples hard as steel points, skin covered in goosebumps. The bobbing cock above him drooled copious amounts of pre-cum which Fahad caught with his lapping tongue. Fahad waited, and then pulled the huge cock toward his face and tickled the underside of the head ever so softly with his beard.

It burned. He screamed. But there was nothing he could do. Fahad could do anything and everything to the head of his cock…everything but make him explode. His shaft ached to be stroked. He sucked in breath like a drowning man, and had there been a wall closer, he would have banged his head against it out of sheer pre-orgasmic madness.

Fahad petted the man’s prostate constantly now, until he could feel the myriad of small, involuntary muscles between the man’s thighs begin to pulse. He resumed his throat-grip on the huge sex organ above him and lolled his tongue around the shaft while he wiggled his finger in the warmth and moistness of the quivering hole. He had his stallion conquered now. He was a slave, at least for this moment. It was no longer a Hercules above him, but a trembling mountain of muscle in the throes of a burning pleasure it had not ever dreamed of.

David was on his back now, looking up at Fahad as though he was frightened. Fahad calmed him by laying against his chest and stroking his hair. David reached down to grab his own rigid, dripping cock.

“No, no my stallion,” said Fahad. “Not yet. Soon. Soon.”

“F-fahad!” he said breathlessly.

“There, there my love,” he whispered. He moved closer and kissed the tears away and brushed the big man’s lips with his own.

David opened his mouth and whimpered. Like a hungry bird, he reached, open-mouthed, for Fahad’s lips. Fahad pulled back a fraction of an inch so that David craned his neck, desperate to quench the fire in his lips. Fahad brushed the young man’s lips with his tongue and beard, until he heard the man whimper and sob, and then he plunged his tongue in the waiting mouth and climbed up on top of David’s chest. He held the young man’s face in his hands, while he gently raped the quivering lips and trembling tongue and desperate sucking mouth with his probing, swirling tongue. David grabbed Fahad’s upper arms to keep him there and Fahad felt the huge body relax now that it was somewhat in control…a control that Fahad allowed…for a moment.

David sobbed and sucked like a starving man, as though Fahad’s mouth was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Fahad reached and found the young man’s wrists and brought his huge arms up over his head and held them there. He took his mouth away for a moment and licked the huge biceps. He brought one arm lower and draped his hand over the huge arm muscle and stroked it. He looked into the brilliant blue eyes and pleaded, “Let me feel its strength.”

David flexed his arm.

Fahad clutched the iron ball beneath the skin and swooned. He rubbed his face against it and then pulled the wrist back up to join the other above David’s head.

And then Fahad raised his hips so that the young man’s massive cock sprang between his thighs. He lowered his hips back onto David’s belly, and then brought his thighs together, gripping the throbbing tower with his thighs.

David whimpered at the feeling of pressure on his cock.

Fahad began to rock his hips back and forth, and he squeezed the wet cock tighter between his legs.

David pulled his mouth away and gasped.

Fahad released his grip and moved beside David. He knelt beside the panting giant, and stroked the beautiful face until David’s breathing slowed. He covered the young man’s eyes, and the huge body relaxed. And then David felt him leave the bed and search for something by the side of the bedpost. He kept his eyes closed, telling himself that eventually, he would cum, that he was safe, that he needed to feel this. He felt Fahad hold his right wrist for a moment, and then Fahad went to the other side of the bed and took his left wrist. David opened his eyes and looked. Fahad was tying him to the bed.

“No!” he yelled.

“Shhhh,” whispered Fahad. “It will be better for both of us if you cannot stop me.”

David pulled with both hands. His right arm was already tied, a loop of soft but thick rope looped around the gold bracelet on his right wrist. Fahad secured the left one, and tugged on it to make sure it was secure.

“Fahad?” David said with a worried look.

Fahad climbed back on top of David and held his face in his hands. “Oh my beautiful one, I would never hurt you. Kick and scream and beg while you remember that.” He kissed David tenderly on the lips and then he knelt on David’s hips, raising his own hips so that the throbbing rod rubbed between his thighs, against his own erection. Fahad brought his thighs together again and rocked his hips, stroking the burning rod of muscle with the insides of his thighs.

David went berserk, kicking and pulling on his ropes, his muscles flexing and a fine sheen of sweat shimmering on his huge body. “Oh my g-god!” he screamed, and even with the weight of Fahad on his hips, he bucked his hips up and down, stabbing for more friction. Fahad wrapped one had around the shaft and another around the head and gently twisted his grip loosely around the wet meat, enflaming it, and driving the boy to the brink of madness over and over again.

“You see, my stallion,” said Fahad. “Even bridled, I can yet ride you.”

Fahad brought the little table closer to the bed. He chose a small golden clamp, studded with diamonds. He softly pinched the skin behind David’s balls and deftly let the clamp grip the skin. He let go, and gently pulled the clamp, twisted it, and flicked it with his fingers. David panicked and whined. He twisted in his ropes and rubbed his huge thighs together in a vain attempt to drag the clamp free. He raised and dropped and bucked his hips. He rubbed his butt against the silken sheets.

“Take it off!” he yelled.

“It cannot hurt you,” said Fahad, "It can only drive you mad," and he tickled the skin behind the bull balls. The crawling feeling rushed through David’s loins, and his eyes widened and he moaned. He tilted his hips, desperate to catch the clamp on the bed and pull it from him, but the more he struggled, the more he moved it and stimulated himself, and yet to lie still was to yield to its maddening, tender grip.

Fahad took a small bottle and dribbled oil on the head of the pulsing cock, and watched it drip down the shaft. He placed the little bottle on the table, and then wrapped his hand around the shaft, directly below the head. He maneuvered himself to lie against David’s side and rested his head on the huge chest, and then he began a long, slow, barely touching slide down the shaft, dragging the oil to the base of the cock. He dragged it back up to the head even more slowly, and David moaned like an animal. Up and down he went, feeling the ridges of the veins and iron hardness beneath his slippery hand, and without warning he’d continue all the way up, until his hand held the head of the cock, and he would twist the oil around the tender head, let it slide out of his grip, and watch the muscular body shake and quiver. He looked deep into the sparking eyes of his captive. They were half closed in exhaustion and lustful drunkenness. “You’ve waited so, so long,” he said.

David could barely breathe. “P-please,” he gasped. “Please…n-now.”

“If you were mine,” Fahad continued, “I would be your slave. I would pleasure you all night at your command. I would suckle and lick and take you in and the most beautiful sound would be you moaning and crying and collapsing in pleasure.” He began to stroke faster. His grasp tightened.

David closed his eyes and threw his head back and closed his eyes tightly.

“I will always remember you.”

David rocked his hips, adding to the friction.

“My hands and mouth will dream of you.”

David clenched his buttocks together.

“Beautiful one.”

David squeezed his eyes shut tighter.

“My stallion.”

There was the slick, wet sound of hand on meat. David moaned and whimpered.

“The memory of your struggling body…”

David arched his back, thrusting his chest into the air.

“Your arms and chest, your thighs, your proud young cock…”

He raised his hips off the sheets.

“Your manly face, reduced to tears of pleasure…”

He fucked Fahad’s hand.

“The feel of you in my hands…your hairy chest…your rump…the huge meat between your legs…the weight of it...the fullness of it...”

He pulled on the ropes.

“The heat of it in my hands….”

He cried out, in preparation for his last breath... the one he would hold.

“The way it filled my grip, and the way it stretched my throat…”

“F-f-fah….had!!!”

“A man…so much a man…so powerful…so powerless…”

“I…I…I’m…!”

“Now.”

“OhhhHHH….g-god!" The power of the impending orgasm now frightned him.

"Yes."

"No! Oh god no!" He kicked. He tried to turn his hips away.

“Now my love.”

“OHHHHH!!!!!”

“Now. Finally.”

He screamed, and the sound caught in his throat, leaving him silent and locked in a huge, gut-wrenching flex as Fahad’s stroking grew faster.

“Now.”

His balls boiled and churned and contracted. His cock pulled back to shoot.

“Now.”

He dug his heels into the bed.

“Cum for me, my stallion.”

His toes spread.

“Yes.”

The veins stood out on his neck. His whole body trembled and then suddenly went rigid.

“Now.” And Fahad went in for the kill, reaching with his free hand to hold one nipple while he lowered his head to lick the other.

And then, the young man’s nuts squeezed tight, he cried out, and there was a sudden stream of hot cum, a long, long jet of milkiness, and he let loose a strained, breathless cry. And then another stream…not the rhythmic squirts of ecstatic release, but violent, endless, suffocating streams that erupted over and over again, as his balls emptied their milk over his face and chest. He let loose a long grunt with each spasm, as though stabbed, and the length of each jet was wonderful agony, robbing the breath from him, turning him into a mindless beast as he jabbed again and again into Fahad’s slippery hand, wanting to be able to gulp a breath but not able to between each long, wrenching, jerking torrent.

It seemed like he would never be empty, but finally the surges softened to more normal squirts, and then they subsided. His hips crashed onto the bed, and he sucked breath into him, panting and exhausted, sweaty and trembling, until he fell slowly into unconsciousness, with his cock still faintly pumping. Fahad closed his eyes to rest, his head on David’s chest, his hand still clutching the muscular man’s shaft.

He awoke to find Fahad bending over him, kissing his cheek, holding the untied ropes in his hands.

“Sleep,” whispered Fahad. He kissed the other cheek. “Sleep.” And he smiled.

David was falling back into the deep sleep that follows release, but he managed to open his eyes and look up into Fahad’s for a moment. He nodded and smiled. And then he closed his eyes and heard Fahad leave the room.

What he didn’t see was Fahad stop at the door, and turn back to look at him, longingly. “Sleep well, my stallion,” he whispered. “I will see you in the morning before you take your leave, to see you one last time.”

He awoke in the middle of the night. The moon was low in the sky, and he rose from the bed thirsty. He went over to the table and picked through the bowl of fruit, and poured a goblet of water. He was surprised at how awake he felt, but surmised that the deep, sleep he had fallen into was a pure and intense relief and recuperation.

There was a soft knock on the door.

“Come in,” he said.

The door opened. It was Titus.

“Titus,” said David. “What brings you at this late hour?”

Titus closed the door and entered the room slowly. He wore nothing but a white wrap of cloth around his waist. He walked hesitantly toward David, and stopped. “I…I came…to see…if you were well.”

David looked confused. He smiled faintly. “I am well.” He regarded Titus carefully. “All things considered.” He waited for a response. There was none. Titus stood staring at the floor, fidgeting. “And you?” David asked.

“I am well,” answered Titus.

David took a long sip of water, never taking his eyes from Titus.

“I…came to ask you,” continued Titus as he studied the floor, “I came to ask you something else.”

“What is it?” asked David.

Titus looked up. He had a sheepish half-smile on his face, a look that was quite unsuitable for his powerful frame. “Forgive me,” he said.

“For what?”

“I wanted to ask you if…um…”

“Yes?”

“I…uh…wanted to ask you…if you’ve had your fill.” He looked up, and he reached back and rubbed between his ass cheeks. “Because I haven’t.”

David smiled. His smile grew into a grin. “So,” he said, taking an apple from the bowl of fruit.

Titus’ shyness disappeared. “Forgive me. The moment I saw you…I wanted you. I know it’s late, and you’ve spent so much time with Fahad. But…I am a beggar. I offer myself, if you still want more.”

David smiled. He raised the apple to his mouth and said: “I am a big man.” He touched his teeth to the apple and then took them away from it. “I have big appetites.” And then he placed his teeth on the apple again and bit down hard. A drop of juice fell onto his flexed bicep. As he crunched the apple in his mouth, he regarded his arm, and then raised it to lick the drop of juice with the tip of his tongue.

Titus swooned.

David smiled.

“I have done a foolish thing!” said Titus. He stepped forward, fell to his knees, and wrapped his arms around David’s thigh.

David was startled. “What is it?”

Titus looked up, desperation in his eyes. “Fahad cannot take you within him," he continued. "But I can. In fear that you would say no, I did something that I hoped would make you have pity on me, not wanting to think of the consequences if you denied me.”

David’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“I…I put some of Fahad’s itch oil deep within me.” He glanced at David’s cock. “Only you can reach it.” He squeezed his eyes shut, as though in pain, and then looked up with pleading eyes. “The itching…the itching is driving me mad!”

David pulled him to his feet. “The one that smells and tastes of oranges?”

Titus nodded.

David smiled and led him to the bed. “I love oranges.”

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